Early each morning, I grab my phone and search Facebook, not for the latest pictures of a friend’s dinner or the promoting I receive to go to the same events as all my friends, but to look at the compilation of pictures and posts that Facebook offers through the “On This Day” generator. Still, I have been dreading this one, my son’s birthday. It has been barely 3 months since he died, since I learned we will celebrate no more birthdays, hear his laugh and watch him with his son never again. His birthday is so close to Easter each year, my faith is refreshed or challenged even greater every year, depending on how much he has struggled with addiction, how long he lived in sobriety. Today, as I looked over all the previous posts and prayers and pictures I had posted, I was reminded of the faithfulness of friends who have joined us, not just yearly but daily as we prayed for our son. I am reminded of how hard we fought to give him a chance. I am reminded reminded reminded but I will not get lost in all the memories. Still seeking the promises of Easter, I am looking to the Light. This child’s birthday was no accident even if his death was. Long ago God knew that I would need to be surrounded by purple, the color of resurrection and Arrow’s favorite when the hurt and worry and fear would be threatening to destroy me. The knowledge that I will see him again soothes a mama’s aching heart on this day, my son’s birthday.
Until we celebrate together again, happy birthday Nick. My love will follow you everywhere.
April 5, 2016
“I am thankful for my struggle because without it I wouldn’t have stumbled across my strength” Alex Elle
April 5, 2015
Happy Birthday to my favorite son! I know you no longer share my faith yet how amazing that your day, the day of your miraculous birth falls this year on the greatest day in the life of a Christian. You see, you were a miracle to me, always have been. My mother struggled with fertility, lost many babies before uncle Joe was born and then several more between he and I. When your father and I wanted a family, I couldn’t get pregnant right away and began to freak. what if I did the same as my mom? it took a long time before sis came a long and then I lost one between you. I was so very sick and on steroids and lots of antibiotics during the pregnancy with you, i was terrified you wouldn’t be ok. and then my grandfather died right before you were born. I just felt it was an omen. but you came and were perfect and always so very sweet and healthy and your heart was the biggest part of you.
Scott feels like my life has been a test of my faith and a chance to say i still believe in the midst of the storm. I have had too many storms, I am growing so incredibly weary, yet I still believe. My faith in God isn’t gone, just my faith in my ability to weather all of this. The story of Easter is that Good Friday is the worst day ever, the day Jesus was killed for me. a horrific death where he was separated from His Father. then Saturday comes and it is all about the waiting and the confusion for the followers, wondering now what. because we know that on sunday, they roll the rock away and the tomb is empty, that God had fulfilled His promises. Pure Joy on Sunday.
But for me, at this point in my life, I am stuck on Saturday. I am waiting for the pure joy of reconciliation with Alex and the joy of seeing my granddaughter. The confusion and worry and frustration are non stop. But in the midst of this, God reminded me about your birth. It comes on this most special sunday. And you are still alive. and you are amazingly mature and full of thoughts of the future and taking ownership of the past. This is the miracle of Easter for us this year, the promises kept. it was a long 9 years of saturday.
So whether you believe or not, God is using you in many ways to pick me up off the floor and get me back in the game. Happy birthday my miracle. I love you. thanks for growing up and not just getting older. you mean the world to me. I cant wait to celebrate so many more birthdays with you. mom
― Jennifer Hudson Taylor
It’s just a phase it’s just a phase it’s just a phase it’s just a phase
today i am so very very grateful for the chance to say it is my son’s 21st birthday and he is safe and sober, i can trust he will be alive to see the next one.
blessed with friends who take me for coffee and lunch, who listen to me blather on about my woes and hug me when it is over. blessed to walk in to church and share a story, a smile, a tear and communion. blessed to spend the evening with Plum who helps heal an aching heart with his joy
20 years ago i met an incredible boy, one who has great wit and intelligence, charm that should be spread among many, and a smile that will melt your heart. i praise God that we get to celebrate this day and i thank so many friends for all the diligent prayers. what a blessing today is!
okay prayer warriors.. today is Nick’s birthday and I want to thank you all for your dedication to getting him here! he turns 19 today but we can’t let up now, he is really in a battle and some days I fear we have lost him for good and other days I see my son shining through. so if you have a moment, please lift him up, that he might find a way out of this hell of addiction.